She was soaking wet. She was drying her wet and long hair with a towel while walking towards the door. And when she was opening the door, I saw someth...ing. I saw her tits.To open the door in a hurry, she stepped out of the bathroom and was wearing only a kurta, nothing inside and nothing down below. Fuck! The nipples. They were dying to be sucked. I could see the nipples because they were still wet by the water, and the kurta was soaking the water from them.So naturally, they were visible. But. I couldn’t scream, it was just muffled. “Hello, big boy.” Jake’s voice whispered into my ear just before he let me go. The shy Jake I saw in the halls seemed to have gone away.“Jake!” I said, royally pissed off. “What the hell, man?” I kept my voice quiet, although my anger was still showing in it. He was just snickering the whole time. I slammed my locker and turned back to him. “What was that about?” “Well... uh. I was supposed to meet you and Ben in the locker room, for some fun.” He winked. .. I told you, mom loves to give and she loves what she does for me every morning and as she told me early on, the proof is right there between her legs. She gets soaked simply by sucking me off. I slide a finger in her modestly tight little pussy. I'm surprised by how tight it can feel sometimes considering what dad and I sometimes do with her. Again, another story for another day...Sucking, bobbing, stroking, touching, fingering... the mornings are amazing in my house. Why would I ever move. Aside from the sexual aspect, that was quite welcome. Wearing a bra all day is a pain and letting the girls breathe is usually the first thing I do when I get home, but I digress. Zeke pinned me between the wall and himself, causing my nipples to brush against the cool and somewhat rough surface of the matte paint, which felt more like primer than the smooth or shiny finish of most paints. Zeke held my wrists together with one hand, pinning them to the wall above my head as he maintained a firm.